If you think an older person may have trouble hearing or has memory problems make sure to speak clearly (but don't shout! Pause between sentences and questions to give them chance to digest the information.
And allow a little extra time for them to respond - don't hurry them.
Those who stayed home spent an average of 55 hours a week on domestic chores.
Women’s ambitions and autonomy weren’t just undermined by their domestic duties, but institutionally and legislatively as well: With the exception of a right to “proper support,” wives had no legal claim to their husbands’ income or property, while in many states, husbands could control those of their wives through “head and master laws.” How easy could it be—on the days when the thoughts came at you, and the piles of laundry and the obligations like the PTA and your husband’s boss’s wife and the other items on Johnson’s unrancorous but unsparing list piled up—to feel good in your captivity?
There are lots of ways you can do your bit to help lonely or socially isolated elderly people in your community.
The person you're helping will reap health benefits, and you'll find you will as well.
Other times, questions spark debate — like when one woman anonymously asked for advice about whether to stand by her boyfriend who’s being jailed for raping a 15-year-old (some members, bizarrely, support the boyfriend).Her descriptions did something to me as I scrolled, word by word. I hid my face as my younger son approached, needing something right that moment, in the impatient way of the youngest child. The Pill was new when Johnson sat down to write her essay, and it had not yet revolutionized women’s ability to delay childbearing in order to pursue personal fulfillment and career success.And so only 38 percent of women worked outside the home, most of them in rigidly gender-scripted and relatively low-paying, low-status fields—nursing, teaching, secretarial work.Fifty-four years later, I read Johnson’s sentence on my i Phone, in the midst of the blaring chaos that I have come to think of as the psychopathology of everyday working motherhood—one kid on his i Pad, another rattling around the house, my mind working over dinner and a deadline, my husband in the house somewhere, all the other details.editor had sent the essay along, and now I was tugged powerfully by the sentence to follow Johnson through the entire piece, rapt as she wove her observations—wry and insightful and, somehow, deeply hopeless— about the state of housewifery and mommy consciousness in Cheever times.